On the road from Mount Yan to the city, a Dongfeng armored car with a flat tire staggered and stopped on the side of the road.
Tanlang, Defeating Armies, and Qisha got out of the car with gloomy faces and looked at a man in an ancient costume standing leisurely on the road.
Tanlang's pupils shrank slightly, and he said coldly, "Elder Chi Xia of the Holy Medical Sect!"
"Yes, you must be the famous Brother Tanlang, right?"
The man in the ancient costume was Yan Tong's master, Chi Xia. With a warm smile on his face, he cupped his hands and bowed gently, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Tanlang raised his eyebrows and said, "Elder Chi Xia, why did you stop our car?"
"I dare not. I just heard that there are three outstanding people in the National Warrior's Mansion, so I specially want to learn from them."
Elder Chi Xia said calmly, but his words were full of provocation.
"Hahaha, Elder Chi Xia, don't tell me you want to stop the three of us by yourself?"
Tanlang and the other two looked at each other and laughed in unison.
"I dare not. I, Chi Xia, am not so arrogant. I just want to learn from you, Brother Tanlang."
Chi Xia stepped aside to make way and made a gesture of invitation. "Please help yourself."
Tanlang nodded and said, "In that case, I will learn from Elder Chi Xia. You can go first."
"Be careful!"
Defeating Armies and Qisha knew that it was not the time to hesitate, so they nodded and strode forward without looking at Chi Xia.
Chi Xia stood on the side of the road with his hands behind his back and showed no sign of wanting to fight. It was not until Defeating Armies and Qisha went far away that he said with a smile, "The moonlight tonight is good."
"Yes, it just rained, the air is fresh, and the moonlight is bright. It's really not a good time to kill people."
Tanlang said indifferently, but the smile on Chi Xia's face froze. "You want to kill me? I just want to learn from you. "
"Although the weather is not suitable for killing people, there is only one result for those who dare to challenge the National Warrior's Mansion. Either you die, or I die."
As soon as Tan Lang's voice fell, he turned into an arrow that was as swift as a bolt of lightning, and with a whistling gale, he charged straight at Chi Xia. The sharp killing intent caused Chi Xia to feel a chill run down his spine.
He had only wanted to stop Ravenous Wolf, not fight him to the death. However, Ravenous Wolf seemed to be going all out, so he had no choice but to go all out.
"Chi Xia Sky!"
His palm shocked the world, and the red clouds covered the sky like gorgeous fireworks to protect him.
"Bang!"
Tan Lang stood proudly behind Chi Xia, his whole body flashing with a strong and domineering starlight.
The light around Chi Xia's body was extinguished, and an abnormal flush appeared on his face. He reached out to cover the bloody hole in his chest and asked incredulously, "Why? Aren't you afraid of death?"
Of Tanlang. and said, "The National Warrior's Mansion can't be humiliated!"
Finished speaking, he was like an eagle soaring through the sky, leaping forward like a meteor, disappearing into the darkness.
"The National Warrior's Mansion can't be insulted! Tan Lang, I'm not as good as you!"
Chixia looked up to the sky and sighed, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to meditate.
Ravenous Wolf didn't dodge. He exchanged injury for injury and life for life. He pressed forward with an indomitable momentum. At the last moment of close combat, he finally made Chi Xia feel fear. Chi Xia's attack slowed down for a moment, which caused him to be seriously injured. He wouldn't be able to fight with anyone for several years.
In the dark, far away, unknown to him, Tan Lang suddenly stopped, opened his mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of blood that was emitting white smoke. His face was pale, and he sat on the ground in a dispirited state, meditating and adjusting his breath. He revealed a bitter smile and said, "You are indeed worthy to be a martial artist at the peak of the Real Martial Realm. I was just brushed by your palm wind, and that trace of flame power has already injured my meridians, making me lose the strength to fight. Otherwise, I would have killed you. Pojun, Seven Kills, I've done my best. It's all up to you now. "
Defeating Armies and Seven Kills walked together. From afar, they saw a strange monk in an emerald green cassock sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road. The monk's eyes were focused on his nose, his nose was focused on his mouth, and his mouth was focused on his heart. It was as if he had existed for eternity.
"Seven Kills, you go first. Leave this bald donkey to me!"
Defeating Armies shouted in a low voice. He took a step forward, and his momentum was like a mountain, pressing toward the monk who was blocking the road.
Seven Kills nodded wordlessly and ran past the monk without stopping. The monk didn't stop him either. He raised his eyelids and stared at Defeating Armies, as if there was no one else in his eyes.
"If I'm not wrong, there are still people waiting for Seven Kills ahead, right?"
Defeating Armies asked indifferently.
"Amitabha. Why do you ask when you already know the answer?"
The monk said the name of Buddha and slowly stood up. "I have no intention to fight with you. Please wait for a moment."
"You don't want to fight with me?"
Defeating Armies seemed to be questioning and mocking. Suddenly, he made an extremely strange posture. His left hand was like a bow, and his right hand was holding an arrow. A terrifying killing intent shrouded the monk, and his cold voice was bone-chilling. "Those who stand in my way will die!"
The monk was so scared that his face changed dramatically. He said in surprise, "Donor, why do you have to do this?"
"As one of the Four Holy Gates, the Holy Medical Family is barely qualified to stand in the way of the National Warrior's Mansion. Your Pure Land of Sanskrit doesn't even have an expert in the Holy Martial Arts Realm. I really don't know why you, Fan Kong, dare to stand in my way. Get out of my way or die. Make your choice."
Defeating Armies's momentum became more and more powerful. The terrifying pressure made the monk feel like he was trapped in a swamp. He didn't even dare to move, and his face was full of hesitation. Just when Defeating Armies's momentum was about to reach its peak and the virtual arrow in his hand was about to be shot …
"Amitabha. I'll get out of your way. I'm no match for you!"
In the end, the monk couldn't bear the terrifying pressure of Defeating Armies. He shouted the name of Buddha and got out of the way in disappointment.
"You're sensible!"
Defeating Armies snorted coldly. With his terrifying momentum bursting out, he disappeared in the distance in an instant like an arrow, making a loud sound in the air.
Tyrant wiped the sweat off his forehead and comforted himself with a lingering fear, "I didn't expect Pojun to have already reached the peak of the Great Grandmaster realm of condensing his qi into a weapon. He could break through to the Martial God realm at any time. I'm powerless to stop him. I don't think the sect will blame me for this."
In the darkness in the distance, Defeating Armies looked around and found no one. Then, he lay on the ground weakly and couldn't even move a finger. He murmured with a wry smile, "Oh, my God, I'm so scared. Fuck, I'm just at the early stage of the Great Grandmaster Realm. How dare they send Monk Fan Kong, who is in the Eighth Heaven of the Real Martial Arts Realm, to stop me? Do they really think I'm a god? Fortunately, fortunately, I used the Sky Piercing Arrow's form but not spirit to scare this bald donkey. Otherwise, I would be crippled even if I didn't die tonight. Sigh, I won't be able to move for an hour. Qisha, I can only rely on you. "
Qisha, who was mentioned by Xuanyuan Ao, was staring expressionlessly at a handsome young man in snow-white clothes with an ancient sword on his back. Qisha frowned and said, "When did the Holy-sword Villa have such a genius like you? You've reached the Martial Arts Realm at the age of 40. Why have I never heard of you?"
Being praised by Qisha, who had always been a man of few words, the white-clothed young man couldn't keep calm even with his temperament. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be modest and said, "Brother Qisha, you flatter me. I'm Xuanyuan Ao. There are many people like me in the Holy-sword Villa. How can I be called a genius …"
"Do you know what I hate most?"
Qisha asked lightly.
"What do you hate most?"
The white-clothed young man was stunned. His task was to stop Qisha and stall for time. Qisha was willing to waste time chatting with him, which was exactly what he wanted.
"Clang!"
The sword was unsheathed, and the light was like a dragon. Before Xuanyuan Ao, who was shocked, could react, he felt cold all over. His elegant snow-white clothes had become rags on his body, and only his boxers were intact. Even the long sword on his back had fallen to the ground.
"I hate long-winded people the most!"
Qisha's indifferent voice came from afar, and he had already disappeared into the darkness.
Xuanyuan Ao was dumbfounded. With shame and indignation on his face, he spat out a mouthful of blood, covered the vital parts of his body, and madly roared into the darkness, "Ah, ah, ah … Damn Qisha, today's humiliation, I'll pay it back a hundred times!"
Qisha had already gone far away, so he couldn't hear his cursing. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't take it to heart. He just sneak-attacked Xuanyuan Ao when Xuanyuan Ao was unprepared. If he really fought Xuanyuan Ao head-on, it was still unknown who would win.
Xuanyuan Ao, the youngest son of the owner of the Holy-sword Villa, was 37 years old, but he was already an expert in the third level of the Real Martial Arts Realm. He had unlimited potential, and he was an absolute genius with the strength to fight against people at a higher level.
Although his realm was the same as that of Qisha, who was at the early stage of the Great Grandmaster Realm, his strength could not be measured by an ordinary realm. Qisha just disturbed his mind with words and defeated him by surprise.
After passing the test of Xuanyuan Ao, Qisha was a little relieved. Thinking that he was about to arrive at the scene, he was excited. It seemed that the task should be completed, and he hoped that the boy could hold on for a while.
But soon, his face darkened. Looking at the woman in red who was standing alone in the middle of the road, his pupils violently shrank into light. "Fairy Chixiao?"
"Qisha? Even Xuanyuan Ao failed to stop you. You are really extraordinary. Really good! "
Fairy Chixiao clapped her hands gently, with a very sincere expression of admiration on her face, as if she was sincerely cheering for Qisha.
Qisha frowned tightly and said, "Two of the seven executive elders of the Holy Medical Family have come out. I'm really curious about your purpose. Don't tell me that you want to learn from each other, and don't lie to me that you are here for the Demon Cult or the Corpse-driven Sect. I'm not that stupid. "
"You are a smart person. Why do you have to fight and kill? Why don't we sit down and have a good chat? Maybe we can have some feelings for each other."
Fairy Chixiao smiled sweetly and did not answer his words. Instead, she sat down on the roadside stone and patted the place beside her, motioning him to sit down.
Qisha did not stand on ceremony and sat down beside her without hesitation. "Well, let's talk about the 50 cents first."
"Haha, it is said that Qisha is taciturn and doesn't like to talk. I didn't expect that he is such a humorous and wonderful person in private."
Fairy Chixiao covered her mouth and giggled. She nestled in Qisha's arms, and her eyes were full of seductive charm.
"I've long heard that Fairy Chixiao is bold and unrestrained. Today, I see that you are really coquettish. It's a pity that you are a little old."
Qisha's indifferent words made Fairy Chixiao choke back her laughter. She suddenly sat up, and a fierce killing intent flashed in her eyes. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Qisha, you are courting death!"
"I don't like to talk. I only like to do!"
Seven Kills said something that had a double meaning. Then, he suddenly reached out to grab her arm.
Although Fairy Chixiao was caught off guard, she was, after all, a strong practitioner in the seventh level of the Real Martial Arts Realm. Her reaction was amazing. She grabbed Qisha's elbow with her backhand without showing any weakness.
Qisha turned over his palm, and the five fingers of his right hand, like a white snake spitting out its tongue, poked Fairy Chixiao's elbow hard.
Fairy Chixiao was shocked, and her right hand was so sore and numb that it lost its strength. When she was about to run her Spiritual Energy to protect her body, she suddenly felt a numbness in her ribs. A strange itch made her twitch all over. She giggled and lost the ability to resist.
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